Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.